Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.